All Dionysus could see was sadness. His eyes were still a vivid purple, not yet dulled to their normal state. "Sweet girl," he whispered as she declothed him for the warmth of the bath. Once the tub was full he sunk into it, the water staining a rusty orange and red as the blood ran off him. There would need to be some scrubbing to get it completely off his skin.
The water was calming, like bath salt easing his troubled mind. His eyes started to flicker blue, giving Ariadne a piece of a sane Dionysus.